God Killer

() Lu Feng felt that he had entered a nightmarish world.

Like a small lamb plunged headlong into the hell world full of big bad wolves.

Lu Feng has never had such an experience, and he will never forget it. He walked out of the elevator, and then saw dozens of men with hideous appearances, standing at the door of each metal iron door, Line up in two rows and watch the scene where he walked through the middle, some of the iron gates had patches of dark brown color, Lu Feng didn't dare to imagine how those colors were formed.

At that time, Lu Feng was stared at by a pair of malicious eyes, as if he had entered a meat grinder, no, it was a machine for crushing his soul, where the eyes smashed his soul to pieces.

Yesterday, Lu Feng was fired and felt that he was too miserable. He lost his wallet this morning, and Lu Feng felt that he was as miserable as ever.

But now, Lu Feng discovered that his worst record has been refreshed again...

When the job is gone, Lu Feng feels that he has nothing. When he lost his wallet, Lu Feng feels that he has nothing at all. Now Lu Feng knows that he still has a soul before, but now, the soul seems to be gone. up.

Lu Feng passed by an office door.

The man who led the way told him that this will be his future shelter.

Lu Feng glanced at it in a daze, and there was a small metal sign hanging on the heavy metal door, the seventh office.

The metal gate was closed tightly, like the closed mouth of a steel-toothed monster, waiting for him to open the mouth, drill in, and then be digested until there was nothing left.

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A city known as the magic capital, this is the most dynamic place in the whole of China, and it is also the place where the commercial and cultural exchanges between China and foreign countries are the most extreme.

The recent smoggy weather has caused many flights to be delayed. Last night, a light snowfall washed the lungs of the sky, and finally saw the long-lost sun, and the planes finally landed on the ground.

A trembling old man stood out among the crowd outside the airport.

The old man was wearing a fairly wide white top hat, covering his head full of withered golden hair, with deep wrinkles engraved on his face, with snow-white skin, a high nose bridge, and a pair of green pupils, like two Glass beads are inlaid in the eye sockets, and everything seems to be reflected inside. He is wearing a very popular suit with a large collar around the 80s, but the pure white color that does not touch any dust makes people dizzy when looking at it, and The suit was obviously too big and didn't fit, which was rather weird.

The old man seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, and was wrapped in a thick mink fleece outside his meticulous suit.

The old man looked up at the shining sun above his head, showing a trace of disgust, and pressed down the brim of his hat to cover all his faces.

Behind the old man are more than a dozen men in gray suits, all of them are gray, all of them have blond hair, white skin, strong muscles, and they walk vigorously.

This kind of ostentation attracted the attention of everyone around.

The old man's ostentation is still the style of the black boss in the late 80s, which is somewhat outdated in today's society, and the little girls and boys around him ridicule in low voices.There is no one here who is afraid of such a character.In the land of China, is it possible that you, a foreigner, dare to pull out a gun?

The old man was silent all the way, walked out of the airport tremblingly, and got into a large Mercedes-Benz saloon car.

Such millions of RVs do not turn on the air conditioner in such weather, and the inside of the RV is icy cold.

It was sunny outside, but the caravan had all the curtains closed, not a trace of warmth could get in, and it was as dark as an airtight coffin.

A black-clothed waiter put on a pure white mask and disposable gloves, and took out a bottle of chilled red wine from the ice bucket. In this cold winter, it was actually steaming.

The waiter in black skillfully shook the wine bottle, then opened the red wine cork with a bang, and poured the bright red wine into the decanter that looked like a chemical instrument.

The old man lost his velvet coat, seemed to be very hot, loosened his neckline, and sat on a spacious, comfortable, somewhat old and retro floral cloth sofa.

The car body shook slightly, and it started to drive out of the airport parking lot.

Ten minutes later, the red wine in the decanter exuded a pure fragrance. The waiter in black brought a large goblet and slowly poured the bright red translucent wine into the goblet.

The wine in the goblet showed an intoxicating color under the light.

The old man took the huge goblet and poured a whole bottle of wine into it, not a single drop wasted.

A scorching breath came out of the old man's mouth, causing the glass rim of the goblet to deform slightly, and it was about to melt.

Then the old man drank all the bright red wine in the goblet in one go.

The cold wine made the old man's pale face look a lot better.

However, the wine also made the old man's green pupils more coquettish.

The old man closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, until the RV stopped in front of a mansion, and then slowly opened his eyes. At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the spirit in the old man's eyes gradually became clearer.

The old man got out of the car, and there was already another old man in a navy blue linen Tang suit waiting at the door of the mansion.

The old man smiled and said from a distance: "My old friend, I am in the United States and you are in the UK. I remember the last time we parted, we agreed that the next time we meet, we will taste the wine brewed with human blood in your winery. Wine, I didn't expect to meet again, we will meet in the land of China."

"Nalan, I heard that your son and apprentice are dead? How can I help you?"

In the distance is Nalan Jinfeng and Nalan Yunzhong's father, Guima's master, Nalan Chu.

The smile on Nalan Chu's face faded, his eyes sharpened like a knife, and then he sighed slightly: "Dracula IV, you old guy is still so straightforward, you can't call me who just met an old friend Do you want to relax a little bit?"

The old man with blond hair had a cold face, and his wrinkles were like knives and axes. He said, "We have been friends for hundreds of years. Your son is like my son, and your apprentice is like my apprentice. I am very heartbroken now. Tell me Who am I to kill them, tell me what I can do with them. And be sure to tell me, is your daughter okay now? He is the most beautiful princess I have ever seen, I will not allow anyone to hurt she."

Nalan Chu took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the mansion without saying a word.

Dracula IV followed behind the old man, and several men in gray suits behind him wanted to follow in, but Dracula stopped him outside the house with a wave of his hand.

"Business Sixth Division? In China, he is equivalent to the Holy Cross in the West. Your son and apprentice are too careless."

After Dracula heard the whole story, he frowned and said.

At this time, in front of Dracula, there was a well-proportioned and beautiful woman kneeling, with long hair hanging on both sides of her shoulders. Seen from the side, this woman had an embossed figure, an absolute angel's face and a devil's figure.

That is to say, she has the unique rhythmic beauty of oriental girls, reserved and shy, but there is a kind of charm in her bones, bold and shameless.

Dracula's rough fingers gently stroked the woman's cheek back and forth.

Nalan Chu pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

Dracula leaned down slightly, leaned in front of the woman, lifted the woman's long hair, put it at the tip of his nose, and gently sniffed the charming long hair exuding the fragrance of virgins.

The woman seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, with a fascinated look on her face, panting slightly.

Dracula and the woman looked at each other, then the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on the old face: "Your eyes can't hide your disgust for me in your heart, you oriental women like to do it face to face Is it a trick behind your back?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then an embarrassed expression appeared on her face, but Dracula didn't seem to blame the woman. He reached out and pulled out the meticulously folded handkerchief from the chest of the suit, and gently wiped the woman's white neck lovingly. .

Then Dracula's tall nose moved upwards along the woman's long hair, until it reached the woman's snow-white neck, and gently kissed the soft and delicate swan-like slender neck with his lips.

The woman was so itchy by Dracula, she couldn't help but let out a moan.

The woman felt that the neck was getting more and more itchy, as if there were two small insects crawling there, and at the same time, it seemed that the blood on her body was swimming in that direction. This feeling was like falling into a deep psychedelic state. In the process, the sky is spinning, the earth is spinning, the world is spinning, and then everything is unimportant, and the only thing left in the woman's heart is the pleasure brought by the continuous flow of blood, which is ten times the friction feeling brought by the piston movement.

Dracula slowly left the woman's fair neck, and then the pale woman lay down slowly with an indescribably treacherous smile, her pupils were empty.

Dracula stood up, expelling a hot breath from his mouth, and gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with the white handkerchief, the wrinkles on his face were quickly flattened, and the golden hair like withered grass was gone. The time also became shiny, and not long after, the old man turned into a 30-year-old noble man with a sunny smile.

The suit that didn't fit him well had become more docile due to the re-bulging of his muscles.

Dracula turned his head to look at Nalan Chu and said, "I'm sorry, my old friend, I can't fight against the annihilation fighters of the Sixth Business Division. One or two are easy to handle. If there are too many, I'm afraid I will die without a burial." , I want to help you with this favor, but I don't want to die on this foreign land. So, I can help your son and disciple take revenge, but if I do it right with the entire Sixth Division of Business, I can't do it."

Nalan nodded at the beginning, as if he had expected Dracula's words, waved his hand, and two men in black suits came up to drag the woman's empty body away.

Dracula shook his head again and again: "No, no, I like this woman very much, and I will continue to enjoy this graceful body on the bed later."

The men in black suits looked at Nalan Chu, who waved at them.

After the man in the black suit retreated, Nalan Chu said: "You blood race's ability to retain beauty is really enviable!"

Then Nalanchu continued: "If all the annihilation fighters are here, I will not invite you at all. I have no reason to send old friends into the fire pit."

Dracula was stunned for a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face and he said, "What do you mean?"

Nalanchu said in a low voice: "I got the exact news that the Annihilation Warriors entered the Immortal Realm, and none of the eighteen ones came back alive. Right now, there are only two Annihilation Warriors in the entire Sixth Business Division."

Dracula showed a hesitant look, and Nalan smiled and said, "Come on, old friend, I'll introduce you to a new friend. Oh, no, it's four new friends."